| We been t'rough a lot, our nerves are up in the air
"Yeah, I guess you did have a rough go"Tomorrow they'll have our ass out on patrol, you watch
"It's only mopping up
"Where do ya get that stuff, moppin' up?"
The pilot looked at him"Jesus, I forgot you men were out on patrol for six daysHell, man, the whole fuggin campaign blew sky highIn another week there won't be but ten Japs leftWe got their supply dumpWe're slaughtering themI saw that Toyaku Line myself yesterdayThey had concrete machine-gun emplacements"The whole thing's over, huh?"
"Just about
"And we broke our ass for nothin'
Polack climbed chanel white bag down after a while and told the menIt all seemed perfectly fitting to themThey laughed sourly, turned over in their bunks, and stared at the side bulkheadBut soon they realized that if the campaign was over they would be out of combat for a few months at leastIt confused them, irritated them, they didn't know whether the news pleased them or notThe patrol should have been worth somethingIn their fatigue this conflict brought them close to hysteria and then shifted them over to mirth
"Hey, you know," Wyman piped, "before we went I heard a rumor they're going to send the division to Australia to make MPs out of vintage hermes us"Wyman, they're sendin' us home
"Recon's gonna be personal bodyguard for the General
"MacArthur is gonna have us build him another house at Hollandia
"We're gonna be Red Cross girls," Polack shouted
"They're puttin' the division on permanent KP
Everything mixed in themThe boat, which had been almost silent, quivered from the men's laughterTheir voices, hoarse, trembling with mirth and anger, carried for a long distance over the waterEach time one of them said anything, it provoked new spasms of laughterEven Croft was brought into it
"Hey, Sergeant, I'm gonna be a cook, I hate to leave ya
"Aaah, get the hell chanel classic bags out, you're a bunch of goddam women," Croft drawled
And this seemed funniest of allThey held weakly onto the stanchions of their bunks"Do I have to leave now, Sergeant? There's a lot of water," Polack bawledIt rushed through them in a succession of confused waves like water ripples spreading out from a stone only to be balked by other wavelets formed by another stoneEvery time someone opened his mouth they roared again, wild hysterical laughter, close to tearsThe boat shook from it
It died down slowly, erupted again several times like fire licking out from under a blanket, and finally wore itself outThere was balenciaga blue nothing left but their spent bodies and the mild pleasure they found in releasing the tension upon their cheek muscles, soothing the ache of laughter in their chests, wiping their freshened eyesAnd it was replaced by the flat extensive depression which overlay everything
Polack tried to revive it again by singing but only a few of them joined him
"Roll me over
In the clover
Roll me over,
Lay me down
And do it again
Ha' past three
I had her on my knee
Lay me down,
Roll me over,
Do it again
Roll me over in the clover
Their voices piped out feebly, lost in the flat placid washes of the blue tiffany co jewelry sea |
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